The Palatka daily news. (Palatka, Fla.) 1884-1888, 1887-06-05

Victor gasped--And you-you-yoa-gave
them to herr
~Of coursel-
turef-
-Certainly-you sent her.
@Sent hers The devils own daughter!-
shrieked Garcia NO! a hundred million
times, no. Quick, before it is too late. Give
me the papers,
Mr.. Wood reproduced the file Garcia ran
over it with trembling fingers until at last he
clutched the fateful document Not content
with opening it and CHANGING at its text and
signature. he took it to the window.
1T is the same, he muttered with sigh of
relief
@Of course it is" said Mr. Wool sharply.
The papers are all there. You're fool,
Victor Garcia
And so he was And, for the matter of
that, was Mr. Saponaceous Wood, Of coun-
sci
Meanwhile Miss De Haro returned to San
Francisco and resumed her work a dav
two later she was joined Icy her landt,y.
Mrs. L. has too large a nature To permit an
Anonymous letter, written by her own hand,
To stand between her ami her deIne;inor to her
little Iodger So she co.Idled her and fiatterod
her and depicted in slightly exaggerated
colors the grief of Don Royal at her sudden
departure. All of which Miss Carmen re
ceivetI in a demure, kitten-Iike way, but still
kept quietly at her work. In due time Don
Royals order was completed; still she h.t
leisure and inclination enough to add certain
touches to her CHASTITY sketch of the c-urab-
ling furnace.
Nevertheless, as Don Royal did not return.
through excess of business, Mrs. PlOd5itt
turned an honest penny by letting his ROOM
temporarily, to two quiet MexicaIs, who, but
for a beastly habit of cigarrito smoking switch
tainted the whole house, Were fair enough
,odgers. If they failed in making the a.
quaintance of their fair countrywornan. Miss
DE- Haros it through that lady prc-occu-
patton in her own work, and not through
their ostentatious endeavors.
Miss De Haro is peculiar" explained the
polite Mrs. Plodgitt to her guest; she makes
no acquaintance, which | consider bad for
her business. III it had not been for me, she
would not have known Royal Thatcher, the
| great quicksilver miner-and had his order
for picture of his mnel"
| The two foreign gentlemen exchanged.
| chances. One said, "Ah, God. this is bad, y
and the other, 1T is not possible" and then,
| when the landlady's back WIS turned, intro
| duced Themselves with n skeleton key into the
| then vacant bed room and studio of their fair
| country woman, who was absent sketching.
| Thou oIyserv..St," said Mr.. Pedro. refugee, to
| Miguel ex-ecclesiastic, that this Americana
is all powerful, and that this Victor, drunkard
as he is, is right in his suspicious"
| .Of a verify, yes" replied Miguel, thou
dost remember it was Jovita Castro who, fol
her Americana lover, betrayed the Sobricntt
claim. IL is only with us, my Pedro, that thu
Mexican spirit, the real God and liberty, yet
lives"
They shook hands nObly and with senti
mental fervor. and then went to work. l. e.
the rummaging over the trunks, drawers am
| porto-manteaus of the poor little painter
| Carmen DE Haro, and even rippel up tn,
mattress of her virginia. cot. Bat they fOun,
not what they sought
| "Nhat l., that yonder on the easel, covCTCf
with IA cloth = said Miguel; lit is Il trick o
these artists to put their valuables to.sther.
Pedro strobe TO the easel and tore away tin
muslin curtain that veilcd it; then uttered
shrek that appalled, his cofnradc and broush
him to his side.
In the name of God!' said Miguel, hastily
are YOU trying to alarm the house,
The ex-vaquero was trembling like a child
Look he said hoars.,ly. look: do YOU see
1t is the hand of Cod and faintssi on tn
floor
| Miguel looked. 1t was C1rmen's partly fin
ished sketch of the deserted furnace. The liz
ure of Concho, tin own out strongly by ii,
camp fire, occupied the left foreground. Blu
to balance her picture she hadevi'lently Ice
obliged to introduce another-the face an
figure of Pedro, ON all fours, creeping towar
the sleeping man.